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March 11, 2009

For The Boys

So, you're thinking it. Am I all Ivy all the time now?

I certainly am pretty much her entireworld. But she's not all of mine.

There is so much I wish I could write about my boys, especially the older two, but as they get older I feel I should be respectful and limiting with what I can share and what I keep just between us. The sweetest of prayers, secrets in their classrooms, humbling and often embarrassing observations about life. And what goes on in the bathroom.

The tales I could tell.

Noah wears the same sweatshirt everysingleday to school. And it's not a sweatshirt he wears in place of coat. It's a sweatshirt that never comes off so it looks like he wears the same exact thing every day in a row. But if he doesn't wear his Tony Hawk Sweatshirt to school he won't be in the Tony Hawk Sweatshirt Club. Or something like that.

I sneak and wash it as much as I can and attack him with baby wipes in between that. And a little piece of me dies inside when he heads off to catch the bus each morning.

Carter lost his tooth in the car yesterday. And I mean he really lost it. We still haven't found it. Which means the Tooth Fairy is off the hook this time! Mean? No way. There's a TOOTH lurking around in my car.

Grayson. Oh dear. I need to start a whole other anonymous blog just about Gray.

So, sometimes, to be on the safe side and also to keep some super special things for my heart only, stories about my boys might be few and far between.

I remember a kid who wore the same sweatshirt to school every day in grade 1. I was so jealous of her, I wanted to wear the same shirt every day too. My mother didn't believe me, so she talked to the other girl's mother who apparently washed the shirt every night while her daughter slept. And this is what I aspired to.

So I can relate to Noah. And also, I'm with you on the tooth fairy. The tooth has got to be in the proper spot to get the loot.

Abby likes to wear sweaters and sweatshirts over her shirt every day too. Thankfully she's got a few of them so we can rotate out, and she's not attached to any particular one of them. :)

Hannah lost a tooth in the car too, on a road trip in January! To my amazement I did actually find it, under her booster seat. Phew! If not, we were going to leave the Tooth Fairy a note - I had to do that as a kid when I'd accidentally swallowed a tooth.

You will not believe this but last night while I was babysitting I starred at this picture in the frame on your table and got lost in it. I could NOT believe when I saw this on your blog. Our minds think alike for sure. I love how you are saving stories and keeping them in your heart.

There are some things that should stay sacred, no doubt about it. I write about where we go and the books we read, but I don't include every potty victory or defeat, or bath times, or even what his words are or how many he has. There are some things that are special to me, and I'm sure every mom is like that.

What a gorgeous picture!! And I think that it is so funny about the sweatshirt. I know that day will come for me and I can hardly wait as it is so endearing.

I think that it is tough deciding what to share and what not to share with the world. It is so natural to want to talk about antics, funny moments and frustrating moments, but there is that little part of you that feels protective towards your loved ones. And, with the exposure that you have Steph, I completely understand why you would want to hold those stories so close to you.

Your boys are so cute and I can relate to wanting to keep some things just for yourself-there have been some things (esp with potty training..oh my!) that I'd love to share, but, I have to remember someday my sons might read this, and I'd hate for them to feel embarrassed too much...:) Hey, and hopefully we will all have grandbabies at the same time, so instead of being mommy bloggers, we'll be grandmommy bloggers...:)

Love the pic of your boys! I completely understand what you are saying about keeping things about them private. That is how I feel about my 10yo step-daughter. I could go on and on about her, but she would be soooo embarrassed if I told those things. So, I respect her privacy. I hope my readers don't think I don't love her as much, though, because that would be the furthest thing from the truth.

Your boys are so cute! Your photo reminds me of my three boys. I love seeing them lined up like that. I would have loved to have another but my dear little one put any thought of that far far away. He's quite the handful unlike my middle child who made thinking of having a third child thoughtless.

I taught a little boy who had a Tony Hawk obsession and he wore the same sweatshirt to school all the time too. Different shirt underneath but same sweatshirt on top. Don't feel bad - I don't think his mom snuck washings while he was sleeping. It got kind of stinky!

That's so funny, because I was just talking with a friend the other day and we were thinking, "Do the boys get any blog time, or is it just all about Ivy?" but that makes sense. Regardless, I am glad to see the boys get a little time, too!